The Prince of Halloween

This is a tale, a very sad tale, a tale that you will have to see. For this is the tale, a very sad tale, of the Prince of Halloween.

T'is was a day, like any other day,
Where the sky is dark and grey,
There sat a young person, a cold little fellow,
Who hardly has anything to say.

But this lad wasn't any lad, for he actually was quite dead,
From the tips of his bony toes to the very top of his head.

He wore a black t-shirt and black skinny jeans,
Long enough for his extremely long bony legs,
And a face that creates a very horrifying scene
It could make a chicken, in fear, hatch eggs.

The lad has talent, that much is true,
But the child seems a little sad,
For he has no friends and not even a crew
Just his ragdoll mother and skeleton dad.

"Oh how I wish for a friend," he cried,
Sitting all alone on that tall Spiral Hill,
"But who can I seek and who will hide?"
Yes indeed, children, who actually will?

Then suddenly a shrill high voice calls out "I will"
Which made the boy jump high and slide down the hill.

When he heard a giggle and turned around to his surprise,
It was a beautiful ragdoll girl who was no more than five.

"Where'd you come from?" asked the boy,
Trying hard to catch his little breath.
She responded, "I was playing with broken toys
Beyond the trees with my brother, Seth."

"We saw you on the hill, crying and sobbing,
And wanted to know if you'd come with us grave robbing."

Another ragdoll, the one whose named Seth,
Was standing by his sister and holding his breath.
Though no one knows exactly how he holds it long and why
But same thinks that the little ragdoll was perhaps shy.

The prince hesitated at first and said, "Okay!
Come on then let us be on our way!!"
And the girl says "If it's all really the same,
Could your please tell us your name."

"My name is Jake," says the boy "And how do you do?"
The girl responded "My name's Sarah and it's nice to meet you?"

So then the three kids went skipping off into the woods
And the boy was now as happy as any skeleton could.
So keep in mind children, people are interesting creatures
Whether they have either beautiful or horrible features.

And so ends my tale, children, until the next time
For now I've grown very tired of all these rhymes.